Grayson Allen Gf Novels & Stories

"I understand. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you're just putting things off. Grayson's face became hot in response to her accusation. "Hold on," Phil said. Grayson furrowed his brow as he watched Phil move to stand next to Gwen. Phil said, "I am aware that you and Gwene are discussing this." "There won't be any disruptions." Phil bared his fangs as he held Grayson's stare with his own, and he was aware that his eyes had become bloodshot. "However, if Gwene is victorious, the next bout will be between you and I," she said.

Then I reluctantly shut it behind me. Grayson is looking up at Carlton with a large smile on his face. “Good morning, Uncle Carlton!” He screams unable to hide his excitement to see Carlton. “Uncle Carlton?” Gianna calls from the other part of the living room. She runs to the front door and throws herself at Carlton, well his legs. He crouches to hug her and Grayson and their siblings join them. Clearly, I'm the only one repulsed by Carlton's presence here. “How's Andre?” Griffin asks.

Emilia Clark I sat still, fidgeting nervously as I waited for my interview with Mrs. Grey. I knew little about her, except that she was the Chairwoman of Grey Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar company previously run by her son, Damien Grey. No one had seen or heard from Damien since he was reportedly involved in an accident two years ago.

I had definitely lost it. A knock interrupted my party of shame. Thankfully. I opened the door to the last person I was prepared to see. Grayson, He looked drool worthy as always in a dark grey button down rolled at the sleeves and even darker grey corporate pants. His shoes were polished to show the reflection of anyone who came close enough. His hair was held back in its pony tail and my fingers itched to yank the hair tie right off. “Are you ready?” He drawled, deliberately avoiding my eyes.

My heavy tits are spilling out of the top, the soft, full undersides completely bare, the fabric so thin and wet that my areolas are clearly visible and my hard nipples poke through like they’re begging to be sucked. The bottoms are worse — a tiny thong that disappears completely between my round ass cheeks, leaving both plump globes fully exposed, the front so small that the outline of my puffy cunt lips is already visible through the soaked material. I'm already wet. I've been wet since I saw Grayson's car pull into the driveway. He's standing by the pool now, beer in hand, talking to my dad about something boring like stocks or golf. He's wearing swim trunks that hang low on his hips and

The ride to Alpha Grayson’s packhouse is quite long, and Aeliana doesn’t stop talking about how excited she is to see Calen. I like it, she hadn't been this excited about anything, and I worried she was losing herself, but I see it, the spark that makes her my Aeliana. I’ll be honest, when I first heard about Grayson being related to the boy, I needed evidence to believe it. The man has little to no family, which I know all about. Not much is known about Calen’s parents, but he did prove his genetic relationship with the boy.

Greyson audibly heaved a deep sigh the moment the door closed behind them and I quickly moved closer to him on instinct before rubbing his forearm comfortingly He turned slightly towards me and placed his palm over mine while he wrapped his other arm around my waist and used it to pull me into his side I blushed slightly at his actions in front of everyone and he watched my reaction before turning back to Peyton that was watching us now with knowing look in his eyes The corner of his lips twitched like he was fighting a smile as he watched us Greyson cleared his throat loudly "Listen up, everyone. I'd like you to meet Harvey Allison Jones, my mate and your new Luna" he announced and my cheek

Grayson frowned, and his face was grave. He shook his head in disbelief and spoke cautiously, "How do I put it? It's as if she's been stripped of her identity, only existing within that welfare home. Outside of it, there's no trace of Annalise to be found in any records, let alone any connection with Mr. Atlas. And to suggest that they shared any kind of affection?" Grayson continued to shake his head. "It's simply impossible. Aside from that welfare home, there's no information on Annalise anywhere else!"

“How is that my fault? Rhea was the one who wanted to get a divorce.” “You helped her throughout the process without letting anyone know and took her away, that was your crime.” “That's enough guys.” I stood in between them. “Let's not dwell in the past anymore, and Grayson, you get yourself a girlfriend. You can't get married to your job.” “I have someone I'm seeing but we are not official yet,” he revealed. “Really?” I stepped away from Estefan to move closer to him. “Tell me everything about her.” “I will after dinner. Go greet your grandparent.” He nodded his head toward the entrance and I turned to see my mom’s parents walking in.

I didn’t dare turn around, but I could feel Grayson’s gaze raking over me. “Amelia, isn’t it?” Grayson stepped closer, his polished shoes clicking against the hardwood floor. “Such a shame to see a bright student like you wasting her time on… this.” His finger trailed down my spine, slow and deliberate, before flicking my dress up, exposing my bare ass. I squeaked, trying to twist away, but Hale’s hold was iron. “What do you want, Grayson?” His voice was a low, dangerous snarl. Grayson chuckled, pulling out his phone. The screen lit up, displaying a photo of me, bent over Hale’s desk just last week, my skirt hiked up, his hand buried between my thighs. My stomach dropped.